If anyone asks you what I’ve been doing this week, the answer is:  sweating and scratching out in The Nature that I love…not so much.

It’s 42 degrees Celsius today with the humidex.  That means a balmy 34 degrees REAL temperature and 127 degrees behind my ears and around my ankles.  Oh, my ankles are so steamy.

So, like all good Canadians, we’re complaining.

It was only a couple of months ago that we complained about the endless winter and grumbled about the “s” word on the radio threatening more of the white stuff in April.  Practical Man sort of sniffs the air to figure out if it’s time to take the snowblower off the tractor yet.  He’s like a weather barometer with alluring twinkles so even when the radio is threatening the “s” word repeatedly, I trust the twinkles.   Besides, everyone knows that April showers (not snowballs) are supposed to bring May flowers.

Just ignore that little snowbank over by the tulips.

And, it was only last month that we complained about the unnaturally cool Spring and we were still wearing jeans and socks, by golly and socks were the worst thing in the world in June, which is an especially hard month on account of there is not a single holiday weekend in Ontario.  Is it too much to ask during such a vacation-desolate and trying month to be able to wear sandals without having blue, frozen toes?

Because, blue toes don’t go particularly well with my favourite vintage-inspired sandals:

My vintage-inspired sandals

Then, it was only last week that we were admiring the unnaturally lush summer verdant surroundings while simultaneously complaining about the rain, rain and more rain and the grass, grass and more grass which wouldn’t stop growing and the never-ending mowing and trimming and mowing and trimming..and by the way, where were the true stretches of sunshine and hot summer weather?

They were in Jamaica, that’s where.

But now, finally, we’re sweating it out in a trillion gazillion degrees and humidity that makes my elbows and the backs of my knees sweat and my hair curly (and not in a particularly good way).  Practical Man doesn’t sweat (I always knew he was made of steel) and the only way he can keep from turning into the human torch (I think I’m mixing super hero metaphors here) is to stop whatever chore he’s doing (because hot weather is not an excuse to just laze around, except for me, of course) and jump in the pool every 15 minutes or so.

And then, he complains that it’s not cold enough.  Which, I think means he might also be like Aquaman.

I’m not sure.

But, we’re not just sweating, because we’ve been camping and we live in Canada.   Which means, inevitably, we’re also scratching.  With all the rain, rain, rain, the bugs have been planning and conspiring and working on an advance to contact with my ankles.  Now, I have sweaty, itchy ankles.  They say that life is what happens when you’re making other plans.  I say:  bugs are what happen when you’re making camping plans.

The back of our Boler

Our Boler…which I l-o-o-o-ve. This is what you see if you’re driving behind us. Hello!

We were camping in our 1974 Boler travel trailer, which, you may recall that I l-o-o-o-ve in a way that may be very annoying to some.

For instance, people in RV sales.

When we first bought the Boler, we went to an RV store to source some parts for it and when the salesman heard we had a Boler trailer, he immediately said, “Well, you’re gonna wanna trade that in right away for something GOOD!”  Which, of course, offended me greatly.

Greatly, greatly.   Because I l-o-o-ove the Boler, as you may recall.

However, I just smiled and told evil RV sales guy that there was nothing better than a Boler but on the way home, I decided that sales guy probably hated classic Volkswagen Beetles and all the other truly joyous things in life too and I got myself into a real state of vintage vehicular protectiveness.  I had vintage indignity and outrage out the wazoo and I wasn’t even sure I knew where my wazoo was.  But, I did know deep down and finally had to admit, that there are some who don’t like the whole vintage camping thing.  Especially those who embrace modern conveniences such as air conditioning and indoor plumbing.  So, I tried my best to calm my wazoo down.

Anyway, we’ve been camping in the vintage Boler, which is nearly 40 years old and deserves our respect, love and a little forgiveness if it happens to go a little wacky every now and then, without fear of being traded in for some snazzy trailer with A/C, indoor plumbing and an on-board microwave.

Not that I’m 44 and know anything at all about going wacky every now and then, but I can identify with the Boler’s little wacky elements sometimes.  Like, when the right tire was flat when we pulled it out of the shelter to prep for the trip.  And, when the bed was just a smidge too short for our tallish frames to stretch out fully, so our toes got a little cramped squishing up against the rounded walls while we were sleeping.

feet against the wall in the Boler

My feet can wiggle a little…

But, there is a completely groovy vintage  avocado green stovetop and “range hood”, which in my book, makes the Boler fabulous.

our Boler kitchen

Behold the avocado green greatness

We also have screens in every wind-out window (which means we can leave them open to the breeze, even in the pouring rain, unlike a modern trailer).  And there is a completely low-maintenance, sweepable, washable fibreglass floor.

Boler windows

Our groovy Boler windows

So there, RV sales guy.

Uh huh, our Boler is like the vintage Batmobile…only  portly and cute.  It’s my idea of perfect camping and I l-o-o-o-ve it.

Plus, my husband was like a sniper with a fly swatter for any errant buzzers that managed to sneak their way in while we had the door open.   Such a bonus for my sweaty, itchy ankles that he thought to bring–and can so ably wield–the instrument of my tormentors’ demise.  And that reminds me which of the many superheroes he really is:

He’s Practical Man, of course.

 

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